After giving it a bit of thought, I shook my head in denial. Not everyone could make an exact replica of the Rodriguez heirloom, even though many tried and still failed woefully.
And if they got it, they couldn't replicate my mother's calligraphic writing. I could recognize it anywhere, and this definitely was it!
I thought I lost it.
My eyes traced back to the car, peeking at the old woman in the back seat. Whatever the reason for her being with my bracelet means that we are connected somehow.
Could I have met her in my previous life?
I picked the last gemstone from the ground and poured it into my pocket. I peeked at Jeraldine who was still angry at me.
"You have every right to be angry at me, but don't be angry. I just think she needs help. What worse could happen from saving an old lady?"
